"Oh," Hasi says, sinking down to the sofa to sit with legs crossed, "you don't have to worry about me, I promise. I'll slink off by myself for a bit, but it's the usual stuff where I'm concerned."

She smiles, shrugging.

"My blood seems normal, as far as I know." That's the point of the so-called 'Sisterhood of the Oleander' and their premise--lure them in, snap down like some kind of venus flytrap. ...witchcraft is especially charming in Hasibe's world. She carefully portions sushi onto a plate. "Most of them don't look very hard, though. They may be so-called members of the damned, but in a nightclub, everybody's superficial."